His Work
C.M.
1
When Jesus left His Father’s throne,
He chose a humble birth;
Alike unhonoured and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.
2
Sweet were His words, and kind His look,
When mothers round Him pressed;
Their infants in His arms He took,
And on His bosom blessed.
3
Safe from the world’s alluring charms,
Beneath His watchful eye,
Thus in the circle of His arms
May we for ever lie!
4
When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed
Their garments on the ground.
5
Hosanna our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King!
Should we forget our Saviour’s praise,
The stones themselves would sing!
